April 23, 2014, is a date of no real significance to most people, but it is to me. It is the first April 23 in 94 years my mom has not been here to celebrate her birthday. She died on Dec. 20.
Born in Dukedom, Tenn., she was the youngest of four children, and the only one to graduate high school. She remembered the Great Depression vividly because her family lost two farms. The experience affected her whole life.